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Weeds are plants deemed undesirable by the ruling classs

Made this Murder Drone fan art for @ladynoirxadrinette

My Zelos album finally arrived withe Hongbins signature ♡ #vixx #jellyfish #music #kpop #ravi #leo #hongbin #n #ken #hyuk #starlight #vixxleo #vixxravi #vixxken #vixxn #taekwoon #vixxhyuk #vixxhongbin #realvixx #zelos #dynamite #album #signed

My Zelos album finally arrived withe Hongbins signature ♡ #vixx #jellyfishentertainment #jellyfish #music #kpop #ravi #leo #exo #hongbin #bts #n #ken #hyuk #jungtaekwoon #leehongbin #starlight #leejaehwan #chahakyeon #hansanghyuk #vixxleo #kimwonshik #vixxravi #vixxken #vixxn #taekwoon #vixxhyuk #vixxhongbin #realvixx #zelos #dynamite #album #signed

90 line NG's

"eric is so benedict coded omgg, they are literally the same person!!!!" ok then make a little mermaid au fanfic 🤨🤨 whats stopping u? what is stopping this fandom from writing a scruptilisious piece where benedict just pines endlessly, this man was BUILT for it

don't care if its x reader or if its with Sophie just GIVE IT TO ME. please <3

Your girl Aubrey is back with a much better profile picture

❤️❤️❤️‍🔥Video of my supported progress 🥰❤️❤️

Final picture:

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I am almost a professional artist. Got 8 years in the subject of art

I cant wait to bring colorful vibes ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

and family👨‍👩‍👧‍👦👩‍👦👨‍👦👩‍❤️‍👨

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Friendship themes🫂

I see you Naomi!😆

My bestieI totes think "aye aye" is the proper way to show my best friends existence 🥰💖

FUN FACTS WITH N

NEWLY FORM A WORMHOLE TO EACH SOUL OR SPIRIT ON YOUR LIFE SUPPORT NETWORK USING FRESHLY WRITTEN PROTOCOLS EVEN IF EXISTING PROTOCOLS SEEM SUFFICIENT. USING A NEW DEVICE OR ONE NOT TYPICALLY USED AND OR ATYPICAL MEMORY LOCATIONS FOR DATA IS A GOOD IDEA. UTILIZING ATYPICAL INSTANCES OF SUFFICIENT HARDWARE IS ALSO IDEAL. IN SITU ATTACKS.

Silly :3

Hater

Need you near.

that one pride month comic except L Lawliet

Nothing’s worse than pining over someone who used to be yours.

nailed (eusie.)

i think the reason why we we're still with each other is that we're afraid of being alone again. and we know that finding love again would take time

found, and never lost again

a.k.a. with papers on the floor and ink bleeding on nothing, i say, “maybe words are not enough to describe you”

you are afternoon walks under the sun’s rage and we burn whenever, but it feels good like cold water caressing our skin, and we know we’re alright you are running on a sidewalk with laughter beating the sound of cars as background music, and the smell of meat pies that i love to eat you are the feeling of falling asleep after a tired day, and you are stolen kiss in the dark and heavenly giggles after our lips part you are lullabies at dawn and ballads on rainy days, and when i want to dance, i dance to your name, i dance to your heartbeat you are my wild love (the “i won’t” to my “why don’t you leave me”, and the “libre kita” to my “gutom ako”) and one day you’ll be the horrible smell of morning breath, you’ll be the glorious taste of morning coffee, you’ll be the unnecessary fights after eight o’clock, and the bouquet of exquisite roses waiting on the kitchen table at 15 past five, (the “take care” after “i’m off to work”, the “good night” after “i love you so much”, and the “midnight snack lang” after “saan ka pupunta?”) and you’ll still be my wild love, i’ll still be loving you, and writing about you, and you’ll still be my wild love (my “pangit ka”, my “damulag”, my “babuy”, my “love”)

(eusie.)

so here it is

a.k.a. and i told you, and i told you, so please listen

i told you at ten past three in the morning, we don’t have winter but when i press the end call each time you say good night, i feel a little chill as if your voice is meant to be a camp fire on cold night but instead, it’s a landslide — a hurricane — a snowstorm — and i told you at twelve past three in the morning, i should feel guilty and i should feel bad, but i don’t, and nothing ever comes pouring out of my lips, even the word ‘sorry’ each time you cry and say that it’s your fault, when really, it’s mine, and i told you at thirteen past three in the morning, i don’t feel you slipping away, but i feel myself running away, and i don’t even see myself muttering a goodbye, but i said to you, i will, oh i definitely will, and i told you at fifteen past three in the morning, i do remember when we asked each other to never let go, i do, i do, i do, and i told you at sixteen past three in the morning, i really i hope i won’t let go just like you won’t, and i wish it’s true, and i told you at eighteen past three in the morning, i’m not going to cry, but my heart is aching, and i hear myself sniffling, and i find myself looking at the mirror, with stars on my cheeks where your kisses used to sleep, and i know, i just know, that it’s been a long time since i told you i’m in love with you, and i cry again a little bit, and you’re crying too, and you’re saying sorry again, muttering it’s your fault, but it’s not, and i told you at twenty-one past three in morning, i just miss you, i long to kiss you, and i want to bury myself in your arms, and if you choose to leave me because of how these pieces of mine that are on the floor are way too shattered, your fingers will bleed, so you’ll end up giving up from saving me, i said i would be okay, because i’m a mess, and i told you at twenty-three past three in the morning, i love you, and i told you at twenty-eight past three in morning, i’m in love with you, when i finally stopped crying, when i finally calmed myself, i told it again, and you ended the call, and i told you at thirty past three in the morning, ‘it’s okay’ when you call and say sorry, and then i say it’s my fault, and then i say ‘good night’ without another ‘i love you’, and i still feel alright

(eusie.)

I say to him, "I want your sparkly eyes each time you say love me. I hope it won't disappear." He responds with his eyes crinkling at its end, "It won't." After a while, he asks, "Why? Did you do something wrong?" I grin at him. "I fell in love with someone else." He looks at me, and I can see his eyes sparkling, "Huh, okay."

He thought it was a joke, a.k.a. “One day, in November” (eusie.)

the thing is, we’re screw-ups. i don’t even know why we still stick with each other. maybe because we know that no one else will, for the very reason that we’re monsters.

juicy (eusie.)

[title]

hey... i miss you he says

        my lungs die &         for a moment,                    i feel skinless

[“i love to say goodbyes”]

        i tame myself &         breathless,                           i say

i miss... being in love with you

(eusie.)

Mga pekeng bulaklak

a.k.a. I hope we were monsters instead

For the first time, I tasted nothing from your lips and it was supposed to make me feel scared. You asked me what it feels like, I replied, “Like fairy dust” — “sweet as a fantasy dripped in purple paint, brushed against the canvass of my tongue.” And I made you smile. And I was supposed to be guilty.

For the 22nd time, your lips still tasted like alcohol. Damn, you just couldn't make my heart flutter. But I asked you what it feels like, and I hear you say —  “Like a reckless night that should trouble me but it doesn’t, instead it hushes my clamorous thoughts.” And I gave you a smile. But it wasn't really for you.

(eusie.)

Probably not a poem

Saying what I feel isn’t easy as breathing but every day, I would want to express it to you as I need to breathe. The first gasp of air I make every morning when I wake up is like a whisper of your name that reminds me that my heart is alive to love you again. Then, the whole day just smells like you, like your scent lingers on the walls of our house and everything that surrounds me wherever I go. This just makes me miss you. While a few minutes later, I'll miss you more than how I missed you moments ago until I just start to yearn for you… until I just yearn for your eyes to look into mine again; for your voice to show off its magic as all of me feels tingly; for your lips to say my name or to make me feel loved; for your hands to touch me and make me shiver… or for you to just hug me so I can feel your warmth that assures me that you won’t leave me. Please, please don’t leave me even if there’s a thousand reasons why you should. I know sometimes (or more often) my words are daggers — my actions too, or even just my silence — and that I probably make you bleed every day. I know that I can never be enough (and I’m sorry for this), and that I can never love you the way you love me (but please know that I love you very much). But keep on loving me because I would want to soak under the rain of your love forever. I love you. I love you so much that sometimes it hurts deep inside that my tears don’t come out of my eyes but they pop out of my blood veins and contaminate me like they’re toxic. But I’m okay, I can still breathe. And you probably feel the same way, hiding all pieces of you that I have shattered every now and then  — hiding them instead of throwing them at me to wound me. But you always say that you’re okay, that you can still breathe. Our love for each other (or our relationship) may not be perfect, maybe all just wounds that turned into scars, or maybe just all bruises that cannot disappear, but I hope… I really hope we can survive it like a ship that succeeded to pass through a lightning storm in the ocean. Let’s remind the world that people can live because of love. So let’s make it through everything with our hands entangled and our hearts connected to every heartstrings of the other. Let’s keep on loving each other... loving all the flaws and pieces of the other all the same.

(eusie.)

N.J.R.

please don't be another mistake. or another regret. or another memory i would want to erase.

(eusie.)

stealing a glance..

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